CHAPTER 595: CHAPTER 593: COMPETING FOR FAVOR

Wen Qiao explained, "He knew you were coming to paint me, so he thought you could finish his painting too, to save you another trip and time."

"It won’t hold anything up." Lin Luang moved closer to Wen Qiao and whispered, "I thought I’d have the chance to be alone with Sister."

Fu Jinghen, standing by and hearing this, suddenly had a dark expression cross his face.

Little brat.

Unlike Fu Jinghen’s low and magnetic voice, Lin Luang’s voice was crisp and clear, mixed with a hint of grievance and protest, like a little puppy deprived of treats.

Half of Wen Qiao’s heart melted away.

She could finally understand the feelings of those teenage girls who cooed "baby, mommy loves you" with motherly adoration.

How could anyone not love such a cute little thing!

Wen Qiao instinctively raised her hand, wanting to pat his head to comfort him.

Her hand was halfway there when a thud and a gasp came from the couch.

She stopped her hand mid-air and looked at Fu Jinghen, "What happened?"

"It’s nothing." Fu Jinghen sat on the couch, one hand covering his calf, "I accidentally hit it on the coffee table."

"How could you be so careless?" Wen Qiao walked over, "Is it serious?"

"It’s not serious."

"Let me have a look."

Wen Qiao said, preparing to squat down to lift Fu Jinghen’s pant leg.

Fu Jinghen grabbed her hand, stopping her movement, "No need."

It wasn’t that he didn’t want Wen Qiao to show concern for him in front of Lin Luang, but because he hadn’t actually hit the coffee table at all. He had just kicked and made a sound to attract Wen Qiao’s attention.

Harming oneself just to compete with a little brat for affection would be something only a fool would do.

Caught by Fu Jinghen’s grab, Wen Qi suddenly realized Lin Luang was still there. She withdrew her hand, "Well, it’s good that it’s nothing. If President Fu were to get hurt at my place, I’d be scared to death."

After saying that, she casually called for Lin Luang to sit down, turned around, and went to the kitchen to get him some water.

Lin Luang sat down on the single sofa next to Fu Jinghen, his deep gaze sweeping over Fu Jinghen from top to bottom. Noticing the men’s slippers on his feet and recalling what he had said about not having spare slippers at home when he arrived, he felt like he understood something.

"President Fu, are you pursuing Sister?"

Truly a fearless young calf, Lin Luang showed no fear in front of Fu Jinghen and cut straight to the chase.

Fu Jinghen was amused, "What makes you say that?"

"You were pretending just now." Lin Luang pointed at his leg and then at the coffee table, "I saw it, you didn’t really hit anything, you just wanted to draw Sister’s attention away from patting my head."

"Little brat." Even though his ruse was discovered, Fu Jinghen’s voice remained emotionless. He casually gestured toward the kitchen, "She is an only child, no brothers or sisters, understand?"

"But Sister has never corrected how I address her," Lin Luang’s tone carried a hint of smugness, "Sister hasn’t said anything, so President Fu, you don’t really have the right to dictate what I call her, right?"

"But I have ways to ensure you’ll never find her again," Fu Jinghen spoke unhurriedly.

Lin Luang’s eyes widened incredulously, "President Fu, we live in a society governed by law now. Imprisonment is illegal."

"..."

If only he could actually imprison Wen Qiao.